There is a certain sweet

There is a certain sweet naughtiness in dressing yourself up for a date – and there’s the expectation that you may be dressing down before it is over. You think of the sequence in which the clothes come off… will my shirt come off first or my shoes? Will I unzip my pants or will it be done for me… And where does the belt fit in… that as you clothe yourself you are doing the reverse narrative of what you want to have happen… hmmm…